It took me two full days to be able to get out of the bed and walk toward Nettie’s room.
We were on the same floor, and they had yet to listen to me and take me to see her.
Finally, I’d defied them all and walked on my own, pissing off nurses and doctors alike.
Seems when you had a broken collarbone, dislocated hip and shoulder, they wanted you to stay still.
I didn’t.
I wanted to see my wife, and if they weren’t going to take me to her, I’d get there my damn self.
“Sir!” A nurse tried to get in my way.
She’d have to get out of my way or I’d run her ass over.
“Sir!” she pleaded with me to stop.
I didn’t, pushing past her to peep into every room I passed to see if my wife was inside.
I knew she was on the same floor.
My family and friends had said that she was, but they, too, had been incredibly cryptic.
It was only when I got to the last room on the floor that I saw her.
She was sitting up in bed eating Jell-O. Her eyes were on the darkened screen of the TV.
She had no bruises. No broken bones. No nothing.
If she wasn’t hurt, why was she in here?
That’s when she turned and I saw the bruise on the side of her head.
When the truck had hit me on my side, it must’ve caused her to hit her head.
Eddy stood up from where she was sitting across the room and her eyes widened.
I pushed inside.
Nettie’s eyes came to me, and where I expected relief and excitement to come forth, nothing came but blankness.
“Boone…” Eddy started.
“Who are you?” Nettie frowned. “And why are you up? You look really hurt.”
My stomach sank.
All the way down to my toes.
“I…”
Eddy came to the entrance of the room and pushed me gently outside.
I allowed it.
“You aren’t supposed to be up,” she pointed out.
I just stared at the woman who was mine who didn’t seem to know me.
